Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
X-101,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.